Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1887-10-30

band" he began. may even say thas =
respect you for so warmly in his defense.
At the some time remember that am
bound, in such a serions matter ut this, 10
tell you what is really in my mind. can
have 10 intention of offending you, seeing
that l am Il total stranger to you and to
MIR. Ferrari. A thousand pounds Is a
large sun Of money, and "A poor man may
excusably be tempted by 1t to do nothing
worse than to keep out Of the way for
awhile. My ouly interest, acting on Your
behalf, is to get ut the truth. III You
| will give time, i see no reason to despair
of finding your husband yet"
Ferrrari's wife listened, without being
convinced; her narrow little mind, filled to
its extreme capacity by her unfavoraole
opinion of Mr.. Troy, had no room left Tor
the process of correcting ITS hrst impress.
ion. II am much obliged TO you, sir, -
was all she said. Her eyes were more
eommunicative-her eyes added, in their
language, "You may say what you please;
1 will never forgive you to my dying day: "
Mr.. Troy gave it up. He composedly
wheeled his chair round, put hts IN
his pockets, ard looked oat OF the windo~
After an interval OF silence, The drawing
room door was opened.
Mr.. Troy wheeled round again briskly
to the table, expecting TO see Agnes. To
his surprise, there appeared, in her place, a
perfect stranger to him.-a gentleman in
tie prime of life, with a marked expression
of pain and embarrassment oil his hand
some face. He looked at Mr.. Troy, and
bowed gravely.
II am so unfortunate as to AVE brought
news to Miss Agnes Lockwood which has
greatly distressed her." he said. "She
has retired to her room. | am requested
to make her excuses, and to speak to you
in her place"
Having introduced himself in those
terms, he noticed Mrs. Ferrari, and held
out his hand to her kindly. 1T is some
years since we last met, Emily" he said.
II am afraid you have almost forgotten the
Master Henry of old times" Emily, in
somelitile confusion, made her acknowledg'
ments, and begged to know if she could he
of any use to Miss Lockwood. THE old
nurse is with her" Henry answered, they
will he better left together" He turned
once more to Mr.. Troy. ~ ought to tell
you," he said, that my name is Henry
Westwick. | am the younger brother oil
the late Lord Montbarry."
1.-THE late Lord Montbarry!" Mr.. Troy
exclaimed.
my brother died at Venice yesterday
evening. There is the telegram" With
that startling answer he handed The paper
to Mr.. Troy.
The message was in these words:
Lady MOntbarry, Venice. To Stephen
Robert Westwick, Newbury's hotel, Lon,
don. 1t is useless to take the journey.
Lord Montbarry died of brochitis $40 this
evening. All needful details by post"
WAS this expected, sir?" the lawyer
asked.
IL cannot say that it has taken us en-
tirely by SURPRISE" Henry answered.
my brother Stephen (who is now the
head of the family received a telegram
three days since, informing him that
alarming symptoms had declared them.
selves, and that a second physician had
been called in He te%legraphed back to
cav that he had left Ireland for London,
on his way to Venice, and 10 direct that
any further message might be sent to his
hotel. The reply came in a second tele,
gram. 1t announced that Lord Montbarry
was in a state of in%sensibility, and that,
in his brief intervals of consciousness, he
recognized nobody. My brother was adj
vised to wait in London for later inlor.
nation. The third telegram is now in
your hands. That is all | know up 10 the
present time"
Happening to look at the courier's wife,
Mr.. Troy was struck by the expression OF
blank fear which showed itself in the wo,
mans face.
Mrs. Ferrari," he said, ''have you
heard what Mr.. Westwick has just told
me?"
every word of it, sir"
Have you any questions 20 ask"
mo, SIR"
You seem TO be alarmed" the lawyer
persisted. as it still about your hus,
band?"
81 shall never see my husband again,
sir. | have thought so all along, as you
know. | feel sure of it now"
Sure Of it, after what you have just
heard?"
Yes, SIR
Can you tell me Why"
"No, sir. It's n feeling | have. can't
tell why"
"Oh, a feeling!' Mr.. Troy repeated, in
a tone OF compassionate contempt. when
it comes to feelings, my good s~oul'--- He
left the sentence unfinished, and rose to
take his leave of Mr.. Westwick. The
truth is, he began to feel puzzled himself,
and he did not choose TO let Mrs. Ferrari
see it. Accept the expression of my
sympathy, sir, " he said to Mr.. Westwick
politely. II wish you good evening"
Henry turned to Mrs. Ferrari, as the
lawyer closed the door. II have heard OF
your trouble, Emily, from Miss Lockwood.
Is there ANYTHING | can do TO help you?"
Nothing, sir, thank you. Perhaps /
had better 20 home after what has hap.
peDed? | will call tomorrow, and see if !
can he Of any use TO Miss Agnes. | em
very sorry for her" She stole away, with
her formal courtesy, her nOiseless step, and
her obstinate resolution to take the gloom.
lest view of her husbands case.
Henry Westwick looked round him in
the solitude of the little drawing room.
There was nothing to keep him in the
house, and yet he fingered in it. 1t was
something to be even near Agnes--tO see
the things belonging to her scattered about
the room. There, in one corner, was her
chair, with her embroidery on the work
table by its side. On the little easel near
the window was her last drawing, not
quite finished yet. The book she had
been reading lay on the sofa, with her tiny
pencil case in it to mark the place at which
she had left of. One after another he
looked at the objects that reminded him oil
the woman whom he loved--took them up
teDderly, and laid them down again with
a sigh. All, how far, how unattainably
far from him she was still. 'She will
never forget M%ontbarry," he thought to
himself, as he took up his hat 10 20. Not
one of Us feels bis death as she feels it.
Miserable, miserable wretch, how she loved
him.
In the street, as Henry closed the house
door, he was stopped by by a passing &C.
quaintance-~a wearisome, inquisitive man
-doubly unwelcome to him at that mo-
ment. Sad news, Westwick, this about
your brother. Rather an unexpected
death. wasn't II? We never heard al the